Sensorium by Emily Corwin

Sensorium by Emily Corwin

Sensorium Emily Corwin 1 in dappled sun, in wine sap apples I dab prismatic gloss atop my cupid’s bow—the philtrum it’s called, it’s chrome-like. I have a mouth & it stinks— this is where I masticate the animal brisket, the pie pumpkin & red plums,...